You know what I'm tired of? Failing at baking. Fuck baking. Fuck the frustrating, time consuming process of trying to bake with odd, gluten free flours with strange properties and stranger recipe conversions that never seem to work right.
I am the Sith Lord Queen of Failbake and I am fucking tired of it.
Dons her helmet and ignites her eeeevil light saber (shouldn't it be a dark saber since I'm all bad and shit?) and prepares to wade back into the kitchen fray. My light/dark saber is red. Red for the blood and sweat I have shed in my battle to be able to eat baked goods again. Red for the ingredients, piled like viscera at my feet, spilled and wasted in the name of healthy eating.
*Trying to be, anyways. Kinda hard when you can't actually make anything edible!! I mean, I keep trying and it keeps not turning out right, or even salvageable and now I've wasted god only knows how many dollars and pounds of ingredients. Not to mention time and patience. God help the asshole who tries to sing that GnR song at me right now!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Incentive!
Incentive is sitting next to the corpse you can't dispose of until you've met your word count for the day.
I had the incredible urge to add the "this shit only happens to me" label to this post and wait to see how long it took anyone to notice that and say something. Then I remembered the fear-world we live in and decided I didn't need cops busting down my door, pepper-spraying me in the face and taze-ing the shit out of me over a joke.
I had the incredible urge to add the "this shit only happens to me" label to this post and wait to see how long it took anyone to notice that and say something. Then I remembered the fear-world we live in and decided I didn't need cops busting down my door, pepper-spraying me in the face and taze-ing the shit out of me over a joke.
Much To My Dismay
The sneezing, coughing and nose blowing are so violent I've gone and thrown a rib out of place. Do you have any idea how much that hurts?
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Not a cure for the flu
Insomnia is killing my ability to recover from this godawful super flu. The nonstop coughing isn't helping either. :(
Friday, May 27, 2011
Flying is Hard Work
In my dream I'm batman, except I can fly by flapping my arms like a bird. Which I am doing, vigorously, as I try to gain enough altitude to clear the building in front of me.
Here is my internal monologue while doing so: Batman would catch more criminals if he didn't have to flap his damn arms so much. Flying is fatiguing.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wherein we learn how long our heroine can go without sleep
60 hours. Beating my previous record of 42-46 hours without sleep by a significant margin. Still recovering. Think I spent 24 of that moving myself and others. And driving. Lots and lots of driving. I am remarkably resilient when it comes to hallucinations because I think I only hallucinated once and it was a tiny thing, really.
It was a crazy, occasionally surreal few days, but all my stuff is in storage, including car (which I miss), and I am currently back in Alberta for a shortish stay. Going to take this time to get my eating habits back under control and my exercising back on schedule as I have missed both of these things. And to write. And enjoy the fact that I am no longer essentially a prisoner in my own home.
In theory I will head back at some point for a short term IT project before moving on to new city and University. Drove down and visited said establishment. They have a punching bag in the gym. A punching bag! Weeee.
This time I will be getting a bachelor pad. Possibly, possibly a 2 bedroom and 1, 1 roommate, because it is significantly cheaper to share a 2 bedroom, but I would prefer something by myself.
Already the severe allergic reaction I was having to something in old place is starting to ease down a bit. But my histamines and immune system are so rundown that it will probably take months of effort and care to build it back up.
Looking forward to being able to write again. I can't wait. :)
It was a crazy, occasionally surreal few days, but all my stuff is in storage, including car (which I miss), and I am currently back in Alberta for a shortish stay. Going to take this time to get my eating habits back under control and my exercising back on schedule as I have missed both of these things. And to write. And enjoy the fact that I am no longer essentially a prisoner in my own home.
In theory I will head back at some point for a short term IT project before moving on to new city and University. Drove down and visited said establishment. They have a punching bag in the gym. A punching bag! Weeee.
This time I will be getting a bachelor pad. Possibly, possibly a 2 bedroom and 1, 1 roommate, because it is significantly cheaper to share a 2 bedroom, but I would prefer something by myself.
Already the severe allergic reaction I was having to something in old place is starting to ease down a bit. But my histamines and immune system are so rundown that it will probably take months of effort and care to build it back up.
Looking forward to being able to write again. I can't wait. :)